B Then everything which is good, whether made by art or nature, or both, is least liable to suffer change from without? True.
— from The Republic of Plato by Plato

“I’ll do it as you tell me, ma’am,” said Martha; “but I like lads best.”
— from Cranford by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

As soon as he had left the room all the officers burst into loud laughter and Mary Hendríkhovna blushed till her eyes filled with tears and thereby became still more attractive to them.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

Why the broad blaze is lit lies unknown; but the bitter pain of a great love trampled, and the knowledge of what woman can do in madness, draw the Teucrians' hearts to gloomy guesses.
— from The Aeneid of Virgil by Virgil

Well, why shouldn't it be, there was death there, and—— His arms tightened suddenly in a great, overwhelming paroxysm of fear around Teresa, and he bent his head, bent it lower, lower still, until his face was close to that white face he held, and through the darkness his eyes searched it in an agony of apprehension.
— from From Now On by Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard

Fortunately the suffering from mosquitoes and black flies on the Barrens is largely limited to the months of July and August.
— from The Barren Ground Caribou of Keewatin by Francis Harper

Besides, it looks like chamber business, and that’s your department, you know.”
— from Sister Gertrude: A Tale of the West Riding by D. F. E. Sykes

But I’m glad Uncle got his gun, because it looks like he might find a good use for the same soon, and perhaps 189.png try it out on some of his new brothers-in-law—or other relatives.”
— from The Broncho Rider Boys on the Wyoming Trail Or, A Mystery of the Prairie Stampede by Frank Fowler

A few paces distant appeared the watch-fire of the Biscayan: it looked like a star just about to expire.
— from Vagabond Life in Mexico by Gabriel Ferry

"And when he comes down to that real pleasure, the part of it that absorbs him heart and soul, he finds that after all the big thrill isn't in killing, but in letting live.
— from The Grizzly King: A Romance of the Wild by James Oliver Curwood

It was not the ragged Marabout feathers, hanging half plucked from the posterior of the stork, upon which Karl was gazing; but its long legs, that, as the bird rose in its hurried flight, hung, slantingly downward, extending far beyond the tip of its tail.
— from The Cliff Climbers A Sequel to "The Plant Hunters" by Mayne Reid

"I hope I didn't interrupt a tender declaration that night in the conservatory, but it looked like it.
— from Sir Noel's Heir: A Novel by May Agnes Fleming